Algernon Blackwood,
Summering in Canadian Backwoods
“ Often we lay out half the night watching the glories of the Northern Lights, listening to the weird laughter of the loons out in the lake, or simply enjoying the beauty of the brilliant stars and the indescribable, calm wonder of the Muskoka night. When the moon was bright we would sometimes steal out in the canoes and pass silently along the shores of the mainland, peering into the blackness of the great forests, or coasting along from island to island past the glimmering ashes of other campfires and the rows of little white tents shining in the moonlight. ”
